Ten years of hiding, ten years of surviving, ten years of fear -- and what came of it? Nothing, that's what. Ten years reduced to nothing in the span of a few minutes. We couldn't help him when he needed us. We're his friends, for fuck's sake, and we weren't. There.
Fuck the Astrals -- what kind of gods are they if they let their chosen one die? What kind of benevolent beings are they if they let so many innocent people suffer for so fucking long? Ten fucking years! They let us suffer for ten fucking years! Made us fight to survive, forced us to hide out from the monsters they tell children about to scare them! Well, those monsters are all too real for those of us made to fight them.
Now that Noct's gone, everything seems to have returned to normal, but the three of us know that's not true. Because he isn't here with us.
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